Friday, January 24, 2014

A Lingering Look

Sometimes, genealogy research takes on an aura that some of
my D.A.R. friends might call steeping one’s tea. For others—like my husband,
the consummate grill master—the preferred analogy might be to that of
marinating a great steak. In the face of genealogical brick wall challenges, whether
you prefer to liken your research style to a reserved, tea time pace or take it
with a Chicago
steakhouse flair, you know you will have to park that need for speed.

Sometimes, you’ve got to get out of that research rat race
and wander around the data. See the sights. Smell the smells. Poke around those
facts that just don’t make any sense, and see if they’ll release any of their
secrets.

Right now, I’m stuck on determining just who this man was
who married my grand-aunt, Mary Chevis Davis. Granted, I initially was sidelined
years ago when some kind soul in Florida mailed me a copy
of an obituary for an F. Luther Kite—with right birth date included—who turned
out to be married to someone totally different.

It didn’t help, of course, that his wife’s name in no way
lined up to the one I had on record.

It also didn’t help that the man, himself, had shown up in
records throughout the years sporting different names. Kite versus Kyte.
Luther. Franklin.
Flavius.

Flavius? Where did that
come from? The Roman Empire has been long gone.

So, I took a walk around the digital data neighborhood,
taking in all the sights I could see. Granted, it did cause me to wander a bit,
but a little research exercise never hurt anyone.

Since I had—thanks to the 1940 census, subsequent to a
divorced Luther’s return back home to Carter County, Tennessee—a copy of his mother’s death certificate, I spent a stretch of time getting familiar with
every line on that document. Real
familiar.

Granted, though Maggie Kyte’s death record only provided
those blasted initials for her father’s given name, at least it gave me a
glimpse of Maggie’s maiden name, as well as her mother’s maiden name. Combining those details into search terms, I
looked for a Simmons household in Carter County, Tennessee—the place where the
family arrived after moving from their home in Virginia—that had a mother named
Mary, a daughter named Margaret, and a father with any name starting with
either a J or an F.

Though we are so spoiled now with instantaneous research
results at the click of a digital button, that became an order which could not
be filled, at least not for the 1880 census. I did, however, find a Simmons household that
included a father with the right initials and a daughter Margaret with the
right age and place of birth.

Only catch: J. F.’s wife’s name was Susanah.

While that didn’t fit the picture I was seeking, since I was
in wander mode, I took my time and checked out all the details. One of the
first things I noticed was that the oldest son in the household—a young man by
the name of Edgar—was eighteen years of age. That in itself might not seem
unusual to you; after all, the father in this household was forty four,
himself.

But his wife claimed an age of thirty.

Either Susanah was being coy about her age—you know what
they’ve always said about not asking a lady her age—or she was not the mother
of Edgar.

Coy or precocious, the woman also listed her place of birth
as Tennessee, when the entire rest of the
family was born in Virginia.

I’m thinking Susanah didn’t have that first baby at the age
of twelve. I’m thinking this was a case of a step-mother for Maggie. And isn’t
that grand, considering I’m still on the search for Maggie’s mom, Mary. I’m
ready to move on to the next document.

Not so fast—there are other details to see before jumping to
the previous census record, the first of which is the fact that Maggie’s dad’s
name didn’t quite align with the
initials given in her death record for her father’s name. Instead of J.F., this
census reversed the order.

But, hey, this is Tennessee. When it comes
to names, that can happen around there.

J.F. or F.J., I want you to take a look at the details in
that 1880 census record. Not only is the order of the initials reversed, but
the census taker actually provided a full first name.

You’ll love this: it was Flavious.

Granted, that’s what happened to one census record for
Maggie’s son, the younger Flavious. One census record, apparently, does not a
name make, though, for the former junior Flavious had quickly re-invented
himself as Luther, then later as Franklin,
as the decades rolled by.

So, if Luther’s maternal grandfather was identified as
Flavious in 1880, what did the record say for him in 1870?

Thankfully, a little consistency reigned in the 1870 census,
for once again, Maggie’s dad was identified the same—this time spelled
correctly as Flavius J. Simmons. The 1870 canvasser for Carter
County must have been a Roman Empire aficionado. Or at least he knew how to
spell.

That’s not all I found by hanging around all the documents
strewn on the trail of Luther Kite. Taking the slow way around these records, I
spotted one last detail: the name of the informant on Maggie’s death record.

Do you remember my remark about other discrepancies, over
the years, on the census records for Luther’s immediate family? In one decade,
his sister was named as Sina, while in a previous record, she was marked in as Lena. I presumed Lena
would be the correct version—but taking one more look at her mother’s death
record, I saw that, apparently, her name was Sina, after all.

By the time of Maggie’s death—October 21, 1943—Sina was
married and signed her name to the report using both her maiden and married
surnames. Being that this was after that magic point of 1940, she spelled her
maiden name as Kyte rather than as Kite. And she indicated her married name was
Blitch.

There was one more bit of trivia about her entry there. For
address, Mrs. Sina Kyte Blitch indicated she lived in Jacksonville, Florida.

Now, you may not find it at all significant that Luther’s
sister had moved that far away from her home in northeast Tennessee. But I do. You see, the obituary I
had found for the possible rest of
the story about F. Luther Kite indicated that he had died in Duval County, Florida.
In a city named Jacksonville.
By the time he had died in 1973, his former wife Chevis had been long gone,
having succumbed to cancer in 1942, so it would be quite possible that he had remarried.

There was something, however, about all the unexplained name
changes and spelling changes that cautioned me to doubt that finding. In the
end, I tossed the obituary, not even entering it into my records.

Now that I take the time to think it all over, I’m not so sure that was the right thing to do.

Interesting you should bring that up. While not the case for Luther, Chevis' husband, his maternal grandfather was, indeed, given that full name, albeit with a slightly altered, Tennessee-style spelling ;)

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